Great Story
Psalm 55:22
Friends are God's way of taking care of us
This was written by a Metro Denver Hospice Physician
I was driving home from a meeting this evening about 5, stuck intraffic on Colorado Blvd., and the car started to choke and splutter and die - Ibarely managed to coast into a gas station, glad only that I would not beblocking traffic and would have a somewhat warm spot to wait for the tow truck. It wouldn't even turn over... Before I could make the call, I saw a woman walking out of the quickie mart building, and it looked like sheslipped on some ice and fell into a gas pump, so I got out to see if she wasokay. When I got there, it looked more like she had been overcome by sobsthan that she had fallen; she was a young woman who looked really haggardwith dark circles under her eyes. She dropped something as I helped her up,and I picked it up to give it to her.. It was a nickel. At that moment, everything came into focus for me: the crying woman,the ancient Suburban crammed full of stuff with 3 kids in the back (1 in acar seat), and the gas pump reading $4.95. I asked her if she was okay and if she needed help, and she just keptsaying 'I don't want my kids to see me crying! ,'so we stood on the otherside of the pump from her car. She said she was driving to California and that things were very hard for her right now. So I asked, 'And you werepraying?' That made her back aw ay from me a little, but I assured her I was nota crazy person and said, 'He heard you, and He sent me.' I took out my card and swiped it through the card reader on the pumpso she could fill up her car completely, and while it was fueling, walked tothe> next door McDonald's and bought 2 big bags of food, some giftcertificates for more, and a big cup of coffee. She gave the food to the kids inthe car, who attacked it like wolves, and we stood by the pump eating fries and talking a little. She told me her name, and that she lived in Kansas City Her boyfriend left 2 months ago and she had not been able to make ends meet. She knew she wouldn't have money to pay rent Jan. 1, and finally, in desperation,had called her parents, with whom she had not spoken in about 5 years. They lived in California and said she could come live with them and try toget on her feet there. So she packed up everything she owned in the car. She told the kidsthey were going to California for Christmas, but not that they were goingto live there. I gave her my gloves, a little hug and said a quick prayer with herfor safety on the road. As I was walking over to my car, she said, 'So,are you like an angel or something?' This definitely made me cry. I said, 'Sweetie, at this time of yearangels> are really busy, so sometimes God uses regular people.' It was so incredible to be a part of someone else's mira cle. And ofcourse, you guessed it, when I got in my car it started right away and got mehome> with no problem. I'll put it in the shop tomorrow to check, but Isuspect the mechanic won't find anything wrong. Sometimes the angels fly close enough to you that you can hear theflutter of their wings... Psalms 55:22 ' Cast thy burden upon the Lord, and He shall sustainthee. He shall never suffer the righteous to be moved.
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